Partition Page #2

Thousands of innocent refugees on both sides of the narrow confines

in place Punjub were massacred.

The villages of Lahore and Anrivtar were in flames.

It seems like it is impossible to establish peace and order ...

a newly formed government in New Delhi

can not offer any help that would be

led to the end of bloodshed.

Gandhi did not have anything to say reporters

the day when India celebrates its independence.

That same independence which is dedicated to getting your whole life.

Two of the nation that India was divided

the other dominion within the British ...

They must have changed the way the refugees to the border.

I'm sorry.

No returns.

Soon it will dawn. We must go back.

No returns.

You were good to me.

Where you going? In Pakistan.

On the other side.

Thank

Please

What's your name? Naseem.

I'm Gian. I know.

Tomorrow we can try again.

If me not to be seen on the field, people will start asking questions.

And please, when you go out the fire.

Open the door.

Open the door. We know you're there.

Destroy the door.

Where is Muslim?

She is a girl.

Is not responsible for whose death.

How can you hide one of them

after all they have done to our nation?

She did nothing. I'll tell you who has not done anything.

My son, his wife, his children, my grandchildren!

They killed them damn Muslims!

How dare you hide one of them among us?

Do you know what they did to our children on the train?

It has polluted our village!

Add a.

You will not touch it. I want to immediately go out.

If you come to my house, one of us will die.

Then you bring them. Someone has to pay.

Do not let me take you.

Kill me now. Please.

You were a soldier, Gian. You will not let me suffer.

Please, Gian, you are a gracious man.

It will be easier for me. It is easier for me to be so, please.

Kill me now. Please wait.

There is still hope. Please, trust me.

This is all I have. Hopefully it will be helpful.

For those who had to leave everything behind in Pakistan.

More than 500 rupees, friends. Maybe more.

Let this be an inspiration to us all.

Why all this?

What do you mean to live with my family's blood on your hands?

Let the lord Vishnu smiles on our people.

Let the hell comes rushing at this house.

It should help, as long as anyone can, to put our nation.

Thank you, thank you.

Thanks. You're a fool, Gian.

Why does the Muslim woman? Why?

We are still holding it?

Forget the old memories, Gian. The boy was dead.

You lose it.

Please, Mother.

Please

Lord!

Lord!

Most of them are able to kill.

I have long been a soldier.

You gave them a lot of money.

You need to sleep.

I see that you still have your bike, Ms. Stillwell.

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